Winnie1996

Through day 'till night, She works three jobs Until she is exhausted For him and him only. But instead he doesn't care at all. Whilst chasing his dream, Whilst he's with other women, This naive woman is tired. It will be that one day That he will receive the Consequence of this selfishness, And experience the true meaning of Pain.

We are beautiful. Unique. Like vegetables. Fresh.  Beautiful.  Unique. Each one is always different. You would never get Mushroom that would look exactly the same. Right? Yet it is still beautiful in its own way. So why do we all think that we're Ugly?  Stupid? And change ourselves To reach other's expectations? Next time you look in the mirror, Tell yourself that you're beautiful. Unique. And you don't need to listen to anyone but yourself. And yourself ONLY.

Julian Ichiban -  a mixed blood where her father's the president of one of the most successful Japanese companies and an American mother who's most respected for her acting and modelling. Your heart clenched at the name again.  The two of you were silence again.  Tears trickled down your cheeks.   "I'm sorry."  He whispered, whilst stoking away the tear. "It's okay.  I better go."  You pushed his hand away, gently, and hurried to the door.   "Don't go."  He grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.  You looked at him for a moment.  He was tired; exhausted.  You stoked his face; gently. "I won't." You smiled.  One sentence.  

Colours warm like sun Leaves cover the concrete ground Autumn is coming.

My lover's eye are red like blood, Even rocks are brighter then his lips. If giraffes are tall, why then is he on the ground? Let hands be claws, then he has the claws of a eagle. He talks with words of a banter, With breath that reeks. With every "I love you's" is said with disgusts Has bored me to death. The lass he was with every dawn, Has the most impeccable features. With eye that was nothing like the sun And lips of a frog. However, my love for him is only rare, As he is would never be compared.

You had so many kisses before.  So many that it had became uncountable.  This one was different.  Unlike other ones, it is filled with so much emotions and past memories.  He broke the kiss first.  You  stood there; trying to catch your breath.  You wondered why did he do that.  Just moments ago, he said he loved Julian but why then he kissed you with so much anger and lust?  You both glanced at each other; holding each other's gazes. "It's… it's getting late.  I'd better be going, my parents would worry."  You laughed as it was a joked.  It was only 9.30.  You know that your parents would  only worry if it's 11.  Still, you'd do anyth

You both stood there, in awkward silence.  You wondered what he meant by saying that.  What does he mean by decided not to love you ever again?  You walked over to the window - looking at Tokyo's night sky.  It was magnificent.  Even after seventeen years of living; it was still breath-taking.   "What do you mean by deciding to never love?" You finally got the strengths to say. "What?" "What… what did you mean?" "I… it was… I just said it wrong!" "Then, what were you going to say?" "I… I was referring to Julian!" He looked toward the left; trying not to face

The man ruffled his hair.  "Argh!  Stop staring!"  You could see a tint of pink on his cheeks.   "I'm sorry."  You whispered. The man looked shocked.  "Why are you saying sorry?"  He grabbed you shoulders; forcing you to look at him.  "WHY ARE YOU SAYING SORRY?!"  You could see desperation within his eyes - searching for answers.  More tears overflow your eyes as you began to shake.  Still, you never dared to look away.  The both of you stood there in complete silence; with only light to fill in the gap in-between.  "I SAID STOP CRYING!"  He released you.  "I've already made up my mind that I won't ever love you. Ever."

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, I've never experienced a love so true." You read that over and over again; tears trickling down your cheeks.  You forgot what you had felt before. A feeling that was so perfect, so impeccable that was nearly unreal.   "Stop crying.  You're making me feel as if I'm the culprit here."  You stare at the man that stood within the darkness.  A man that was once a lover is now unrecognisable.  "It's not my fault.  It's just you. You should've just listened to your precious friends whom you trusted.  How can you be so naive and stupid?"  The man knelt down to face you.  You can see the darkness within his eyes

You call me fat? Then I'll be fat. I'll eat nothing and there's nothing YOU can do to stop me! Because it's gonna be your fault! You call me ugly? Then I'll be ugly. I'll use all your money Just to purchase cosmetics! And we'll see who'll be laughing! You call me stupid? Then I'll be stupid. I'll fail in life and Have no dreams whatsoever! And it's your fault! You're describing yourself. You can call me fat, ugly, stupid. You can call me anything! But you're just calling me those names So that YOU can feel better. Well, guess what? I think I'm beautiful! I think I'm not fat! I think I'm smart! And someday someone is